Pure

Previously on Pure...

I had to tell Voss that I would take Gerry's place.

God wants me to submit to His plan.

Please give your old phone to Joey. Take a new one.

So I can meet everyone in Voss's business

and write down their names and their crimes,

and then I can destroy this whole satanic mob.

"Epp, Jeremias."

The arrest report says that you seized his phone.

Why isn't it on the evidence list?

You realize that if that phone is lost,

his lawyers will argue that all the evidence in this case is inadmissible.

Show me where the money is counted.

If I bring you into this, how do I keep you safe?

If you don't, how do I keep you safe?

On your knees!

What do you say we stick to the original deal?

Sound like a plan?

Holy shit.

Ah, God.

Oh, no. We gotta clean this up.

But this is murder.

If the cops find out,

then Voss finds out and then we're screwed. Alright?

Did you know about this? Huh?

Did you know this was the plan, Noah?!

Chad told me he would help with Mr. Crowbar, but he didn't say how.

Alright, alright. We need to hide these bodies,

- OK? Abel, look at me. - Yeah, yeah.

No one finds out about this! No one!

What the hell is he doing? Are you praying?

We don't have time to pray! We need to clean this shit up!

Abel, get in that house right now

and find something we can put these bodies in! Go!

Tina?

Tinky?

Tina?

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Noah.

Why do we all need to go?

Because Wilma is sick and Walter is hopeless on his own.

Go across the fields, it's quicker that way.

And if you're back before 6, I'll know you didn't do enough to help.

You're pastor's children now. Go!

She's trying to get rid of us.

You spend too much time pretending to know things you don't.

Just be glad you're so clueless.

He's seen more than any of us and he doesn't say a thing.

Oh, Gott im Himmel!

Bronco!

I did nothing.

It was Chad and his pals. The help you called in.

We just have to hide them for a while

until we can figure out what we're gonna do.

Are the children gone?

Yes. Uh...

The woodpile. Abel, hurry!

Hurry!

We're gonna need clean clothes.

Jo. Those bodies can't stay here.

Yeah, we're gonna stash 'em until we come up with a plan. Lift!

You know, it is your plan that got us into this mess.

Going undercover was your idea,

and going behind their back was your wife's idea.

- You are an evil, stupid man. - Yeah.

Brooda! Help me with this.

Alright.

You got the Demons in play.

Voss has got his cash, so we can let off the heat a little bit, right?

OK? We just need to figure out...

to dispose of these bodies and then figure out a way

to get Voss talking business on the wire.

First of all,

we do not just "dispose" of the bodies like they're pigs in a slaughterhouse.

These men are standing before God right now,

being judged for their sins, as we will all be judged!

How are we going to get Eli Voss up here?

- Eh, football player? - You tell him the truth.

You tell him that killing the Janzens

scared our drivers, and the only way

that he can get the cash is if he comes here in person.

- What?! - No one

calls Eli Voss. If he wants to talk, he calls.

And he doesn't just come get the money

like a truck coming to get the milk. We send it.

On time or else.

So we come up with another idea, OK?

I got a friend in the DEA.

We work with her, and we can throw a giant net over Eli Voss.

The Drug Enforcement Agency, why them? Why not your own boss?

I have some concerns, you know?

Maybe I'm just paranoid, but I think

Voss might have somebody working on the inside of my shop.

- Among the police? - Yeah. Maybe. No, I don't know.

So you have no help.

It's just you and me

against Eli Voss and his entire mob?

And also your brother Abel.

There's a hose in the milking barn.

Go clean yourself up. We'll finish here.

Maybe we shouldn't either.

We put it in the milk!

We tell Voss, new idea.

We suspend the coke inside a container-load of milk,

ship it across the border then bake it back to its crystal form.

Every time Voss tries to move a shipment, the DEA is all over him.

Trust me. He needs a new way to move his product.

We are farmers.

Not scientists. We don't know how to do such things.

You don't have to. I have a guy that will take care of it.

You just make sure that Voss comes north

- and sees the process for himself. - Nobody phones Eli Voss.

- Nobody tells him to do anything. - Well, somebody does.

Voss has to have eyes and ears

in the Auslander world that has a direct line back to him.

We find that person,

and we get them to send our message.

You understand?

What about the bodies?

I will take care of that, OK?

Um, thank you for the clothes.

And, uh, the ones

- with the blood on them... - I will burn them.

Good.

Yeah?

Hey, Doc, it's Bronco. I'll be right over.

I got some homework for you.

- You got the money? - Jo.

All of it?

I'm number two. I should have been in on this.

Did you find a driver yet?

No. He heard about the Janzens and got spooked.

How did you get the Demons to back off?

You had one job, Joey: find a driver.

If this doesn't get to Voss, we are all in trouble.

Now, can we trust you

to do this one thing or do we have to find someone else?

Nee. Nee, I'll work on it.

If not, someone will have to call Onkel

- and explain the delay. - I said, I'll work on it.

- Besides, no one calls Onkel. - Someone does.

Someone who knows the Auslanders. Maybe your brother?

There's one person. Gerry knows, but he won't say.

Find a driver.

Do something about those bodies.

They're getting ripe.

You have to talk to Gerry.

Hey, I finished your paperwork.

You're welcome. Still no sign of Gerry Epp's phone.

Kingsley had me rewrite a chronology of the whole thing.

That was my bust. Why won't she come to me?

I don't know. 'Cause you weren't here?

- Hard copy's on the desk. - Oh, what does it say?

"Bronco screwed up. It's not my fault. Love, Jay"?

Hey, the phone's a crucial piece of evidence that you lost, not me.

Not that a judge is gonna care, 'cause if this case gets tossed,

- the shit lands on all of us. - Especially me.

I didn't lose the phone, Jay, OK? Somebody lost it for me.

Whatever you say, man.

Goddammit!

I forgot to bring in the wood.

I'll get it! Sit! Sit!

I have decided

the funeral will be on Friday

for the men in the airplane.

Do drug dealers deserve a funeral?

They were men with families,

men with souls.

They deserve at least that.

I will see Peter Wiebe tomorrow about coffins.

Being pastor

has brought many new responsibilities,

and I am blessed to have a family so willing to help.

Do you want me to call you back?

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Chief, you got a sec?

- Yeah. What's going on? - Gerry Epp's phone,

uhh, wasn't lost or misplaced.

Someone made it disappear because they were worried

that their name might appear on the contact list.

And I believe that "someone"

is here in this department.

Ahem!

I found that in Jay's desk.

Detective Novak, this is a very serious allegation.

Yeah, I know.

I mean, I can't believe it either.

He's like a brother to me.

Alright. Leave it with me.

OK.

You OK?

It just gets weirder and weirder.

Tell me about it.

You wanna talk?

Somewhere that's not school?

Voda doesn't like me wasting time this way.

He says it's prideful.

You must have sketches too.

A few. Not like this.

Mostly tagging ideas.